2 for 6

Stick got a cooling kit

Had to quit shooting shit though, I'm too legit

Back and forth, forth, back, couldn't keep doing it

Clear they block, had to show my opps who was rich

Too much yelling, fussing, tripping, need a newer bitch

New Maybach 350, I get two for six

I ain't lying, I ain't lying

Foreign riding (Skrt, skrt)

Cashed out but I'ma do that some more times

Spent a million on a crib four times

Eighteen, was in my hood, Porsche flying

We too lit, ain't selling shit, endorse mine

You want advice, of course, pussy boy, grind

Loyalty is lost, I can't spot a bitch with no flaw

Stunting like my ****, feed the fam like my paw

Fly high ****, boy, closet like the mall

Boss who? Cut it out, we the ones in charge

We the type to get that shit and let your **** starve

They say sky the limit, in the Cullinan with stars

D to the Raq, you play, I get you whacked

This shit like chess you make your move, my boy, know I'm gon' get you back

We outside, they might think I'm blind, got that stick attached

Off the bench, I'ma go for fifty, tryna get the max

Off the hip, pop up in your city tryna get them racks

Off the strength, disrespect me, ****, they gon' hit your hat

We ain't even walk in the club yet, we in the back

Right here

Let little bro 'n 'em whip the Urus, I jumped in the 'Lac

Doing hot shit out the Scat, then hopped in the Track

Way way back then I had a fear in MAC

But I ain't never goin' back 'cause I'm having sack

**** I was having crack, now I'm having plaques

Pay outs go out every month, that's like 80 racks

That ain't shit, that's how I function, I'm okay with that

Drench got a ghost Glock, put a K with that

We ain't have to buy the stock, know it came with that

Hit his top again, flip his shit, park the drop

Get in the drop again

Aye, aye, okay